Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
She ignored me, a smirk twisting her features as she walked closer to me with her hands cuffed in front of her. “We have some unfinished business, don’t we, Amelia?” I knew it was a rhetorical question, so I didn’t answer her. I just watched her with wary eyes as she tried moving closer to me. “I want to see you and your clubs all fall, Amelia. You will give these agents something to use, or I will make your death so painful—” She cut herself off as she quickly jumped over the chair that I had put between us. We crashed to the floor, and she wrapped her arms around my throat. She pulled us up with the chain of her handcuffs pressing against my throat, cutting off my airflow. I clawed at the chain, desperate for air. “If you want your death to be quick and painless,” she murmured in my ear as I gasped for breath, my hands trying to clutch onto the chain of her cuffs, “you’ll do what needs to be done.”
I blacked out.
I resisted the urge to rub my neck as Cole waited for an answer. “Nothing,” I muttered. I knew he had clearly heard me, but he chose to ignore it. He resumed getting the answers he needed.
“What did they question you about?” he asked me.
“The ATL shootings, the deals with the DM, my dad’s death.” I rolled my eyes as the last one came to mind. “And apparently, I’m mentally unstable.”
Travis snickered, and I shot a glare over at him. “What?” he asked me, shrugging his shoulders. “Amelia, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you’re mentally unstable, even if you did stab me. You’ve just been through some tough shit, and you don’t want to be a victim. You’ll do anything to prove you’re not one. If that means being a ruthless, cold-blooded killer, then that’s what you’ll be to prove your point.” He gave me a small smile that was rarely seen on Travis. “Trust me, if I thought you were mentally unstable, I wouldn’t have allowed you to be VP, and I would have forced Cole to choose someone different.”
I smirked over at Travis and then turned back to Cole. “We’ve got to get the FBI off of our asses,” Cole continued, lacing his fingers together on the table in front of him. “So, we need to stay low and not do anything to bring more attention to ourselves.” He shot me a pointed look, and I gave him my best innocent smile.
“I’m an angel, Cole. I’d never do anything,” I said, fluttering my lashes at him, making him smirk.
That brought a round of laughter to the table. Cole shook his head and slammed his hand onto the table with a loud smack. “Does everyone get what I’m saying?” Cole asked. “I mean it; I don’t need any more shit on my plate than I’ve already got.”
Everyone spoke up saying they understood, and Cole slammed the gavel, ending the meeting. I got out of my chair and went to my room, desperately wanting a shower in my own bathroom with actual hot water, and I really wanted to get into some clean clothes.
As I was in the shower, Cole flung back the shower curtain, and I gasped, quickly turning so I was facing away from him. The water had washed away the makeup one of the cops had allowed me to use on my neck, so my very dark, chain shaped bruise was now very visible.
“Shy, Amelia?” Cole asked, stepping into the shower and closing the curtain back. “Did you share a cell mate that ruined you for all men?” he teased.
“Cole, go away,” I ground out.
Fuck, I could not allow him to see my neck. He would be fucking pissed, and his whole plan of staying low would go flying out of the window. He would retaliate. It had become more than obvious to me that Cole cared for me, and he would hurt anyone who put their hands on me if I didn’t hurt them first.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Cole standing in all of his naked glory. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me around to face him before I could do anything to stop him. His eyes ran over my body like a sensual caress, but as he made it to my chest, his eyes quickly snapped back up. He tilted my head back, his jaw clenched tightly. “Cole . . .” I whispered, my voice trailing off as I swallowed hard and then winced.
“Your other bruises are practically healed, Amelia,” he growled. “Who the fuck did this to you, and when the fuck did it happen? It looks like chains were pressed against your neck.”
I nodded slowly as he released my head, his eyes meeting mine. There was no use keeping it from him now. He would find a way to find out if I didn’t tell him. Fuck, this meant that I would have to tell him about the scar on my shoulder.